Hayley blinked as she wondered what he was getting at. Why was it so important to him to have a time? Why did he need to know? Her mind was spinning as possibilities.
“I’m not asking for a specific date.” He sighed and looked down at his plate. “I’m screwing this up.” His gaze lifted again. “I just need an estimate. An idea of when I’ll be able to tell my sister about you. When I’ll be able to take you to meet her.” He shrugged. “Two weeks, a month, three months, six? I just want an idea, so I know how long until I can share the best part of my life with the world.”
Her heart fluttered in her chest at the idea she could be the best part of his life. Could it be true? No, it was too soon. Either way she found herself considering his request.
“One month,” she found herself saying before s
